Melancholy of Us

Daisy, oh

girl always follows me on my way to school. Her skin was pale and translucent -- well, obviously because that'

eep up with my huge steps. There was no trace of blood on her body so I

u going to you

use, I ignored her. I'm used to her talkative attitude. I don't know if she's not yet used t

But I just don't know why they keep on insisting on following me instead of those people. I'm not their God and I don't kno

on, too. Me and my ability is

bout me that made me became different from people with a third eye. I don'

already dead. I can't go to school

ed as A-yee. My heart aches for what she said so

alks to me and asks for my help, I ignore them. I can't even ut

ooked around. It's still early for people to come out from their

turned to her even thought I always avoid dealing with her kinds. I

don't have t

to a ghost like her. My dad trained me to ignore ghosts because he said I shouldn't get my life inv

w, maybe your next life will be better than the life you had. Please don't mention it again, huh? He has a plan to y

while playing with the teddy bear she always carries. Just like her

for me outside our red gate. She doesn't go inside

rmanent place to spend. I don't know where she goe

o be when she wasn't dead yet? Her parents must've been so happy having her around. S

ber a single memory from her past, e

ad. I envy children like me who go to school with their mom or dad,

appily while wearing their school uniforms and with bags slung

ty for not

this planet, I can't do it. Even though Dad doesn't have a third eye, he can fee

which he uses it to haunt ghosts before. Even though he doesn't

orning,

hree grandchildren. She'd probably send them to

of her grandchildren. She doesn't complain, though. She loves

unt Doris. You'r

oh yes

n who is in grade one, Jack who is in g

she's already gone. I clenched my